"Doc, I feel... wonderful."
The words should have brought Yvonne relief. The tone, however... it made her heart sink. It was low, sultry, seductive... just how new convertees typically spoke as they were wracked with new sexual urges. She forced herself to look up at the containment unit, into those shiny, monocolored eyes; all that stared back at her was a raging lust for assimilation. No humanity, no urge to defend her country, just the same sex-crazed gaze that she'd seen in countless photos and videos. She didn't need the erratic EKG readout to understand that the private's mind was well and truly gone.
"God." The whisper under her breath came as she leaned back in her chair, eyes wide with terror as her worst nightmares set in. Nothing. They had sentenced a beautiful young girl, a woman who'd given her all and marched to her doom in the hopes of saving the human race, and sentenced her to a fate worse than death. All for fucking nothing. Just another failure in a war that seemed to be nothing but a long string of defeats. She had been so certain that her alterations would work, and the price of her hubis had been Teresa's soul. "We've failed. Deploy the acetone and get some clea-"
She jumped back in shock, as did a number of other technicians, as something large and wet thumped against the ceiling of the cell. From Teresa's long, throbbing member, a jut of sticky white fluid had shot up and clumped over the sprinkler that was supposed to deploy the acetone, jamming it up. Yvonne's brow furrowed; she'd known exactly how to stop that containment measure. Teresa had known about the sprinkler, yes, but transformees never retained memories of their pre-assimilation life... unless... unless something in her alterations had allowed memories to be retained?
Yvonne would've laughed at the irony, if another sizzling jet of fluid wasn't currently melting through the plexiglass.
Chaos erupted almost instantly. The new futa's cum proved able to chew through the wall in seconds, opening up a hole through which she could easily emerge. Soldiers around the cell opened fire immediately, a hail of bullets flying into her hourglass rubber body and doing absolutely nothing to so much as even slow her down. For their efforts, they were rewarded with a rapid-fire series of globs splattering against them, chewing through clothes and hazmat gear to spread the infection. Yvonne was frozen with terror as she watched, one by one, as the guards collapsed to the ground, convulsing as they became more latex-clad drones.
The rest of her team was scrambling, rushing to escape and shut blast doors. One of them grabbed her and dragged her along, forcing the doctor to stumble as she was brought along with the panicked set of techs and doctors. The reinforced door that was supposed to protect them came crashing down under Teresa's newly-enormous strength, her spurts of fluid hitting numerous among them in the pack as the transformed soldiers pounched. Tears streamed down Yvonne's face as she watched her colleagues becoming monsters, a cry finally leaving her as one of the assimilated humans grabbed her legs, pulling her to the floor and dragging her back.
She tried to claw in desperation, but there was no escaping the orange-rubber creature's grasp. It brought her sobbing and screeching out one apology after another to its queen, despositing her to kneel before the transformed private. Her bellowing sorrys were interrupted as a shiny blue finger was placed on her lips. "Shhhh. Don't be sorry. Whatever you did to me..." She laughed. "It looks like you found a way to improve this form. And for that... you will be richly rewarded."
Before Yvonne could protest, the long, thick rod came slamming into her mouth, stuffed well into her throat and instnatly spurting out with mutation-inducing fluids. Her body went limp as she felt it begin to alter her on a fundamental level, rewriting her DNA, the very nature of her flesh, into something else entirely - and yet, after a moment, she felt... calm. Soothed, as a series of glorious mental images was broadcast to her brain, showing her the wonders of the futa race, the joy that accompanied their spread. With this came a reassurance, too, that she would be no mere drone - for her unintentional aid to their species, she would become something far more special.